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✧.* pancakes for dinner; svt smau

chapter 05; mic drop.

✧.* synopsis: y/n while in her third year at greenwood international university finally gets an opportunity to move off campus into a new complex, she has to deal with the realization that her childhood rival is her new next door neighbor.

paring: seungcheol x fem! reader.

feat: non-idol! svt, nct mark&jaehyun, other passing idols ykyk.

genre/s: reader is super oblivious, fluffy, sexual themes.

content: swearing, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

updates: weekly

tag list - open

word count: 5.1k (written portion between texts!)

masterlist ▸ 04 house not so warming. ▸ 06. husband material.

Y/N walked out her front door, keys shaking in her hands as she set out to the small studio space next to Seungcheol. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was freaking out so badly. It was just an interview, after all. It’s not like he could embarrass her in front of Mark or Chaewon. This was his first show for the university, and he’d be a complete idiot to spill her secrets here.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her racing heart, but the nerves clawed at her insides. As she approached the elevator, her legs felt like they were melting like ice cream under the summer sun. She avoided eye contact with the door to his and Seungkwan's apartment, trying to mentally prepare herself for what was ahead.

But of course, like clockwork, as soon as she stepped inside the elevator, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing down the hallway right towards her. Panic surged through her as she instinctively pressed the close door button like her life depended on it, but it didn’t work. The door slid open, and she was met with the sight of his Nike sneaker blocking her escape.

“Hi, Y/N. On your way to the show?” Seuncheol asked, leaning against the elevator wall, a menacing yet playful smile plastered on his face.

Y/N’s heart dropped. “Uh, yeah. Just, you know… heading in or, uh, out for that matter.” she stammered, trying to sound casual despite the knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She could feel the heat creeping up her cheeks as she stared straight ahead, avoiding his gaze.

Seuncheol chuckled lightly. “Cool, cool. Are you ready? I mean, we’re just going to have a little fun, right? You seem nervous.” His tone was teasing, like he was trying to bring her down to his level, reminding her of all the times he’d made her feel small back in high school.

She plastered on a brave smile, determination flickering within her. “Yeah, just… don’t make it awkward, okay?” The words escaped her before she could think them through, and she instantly regretted the sharpness of her response.

He raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Awkward? Me?” he replied, acting innocent. “I promise to keep it professional. Honestly, I’m a little nervous too.”

Y/N could only roll her eyes internally. Could he really have forgotten all the things he did to her? Or was this some kind of twisted game he enjoyed playing?

“Well that makes me feel better.,” she replied, her voice steadying as the elevator dinged and the doors began to slide open to the ground floor. “Let’s just try to make this painless.”

As she stepped out and headed towards the studio, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was going to be a much longer day than she had anticipated. Would she be able to hold her ground against the past, or would it all come rushing back in the form of laughter and teasing questions? Only time would tell.

Y/N steps into the small recording studio, after Seungcheol and her make their way in pure silence, her heart racing as she sees the sight of Seungcheol getting seated behind the mic, his confident smile masking the tension in the room. It’s been years since high school, and though she thought she’d left those painful memories behind, here he is—her former bully—now the host of a popular college radio show. Beside him is his co-host, Mark, who seems oblivious to the underlying tension which oddly isn’t helping her feel at ease. Logically she knew the show was live, but in her head maybe they could edit out any weird tension that was swirling around.

“Welcome everyone to ‘Strawberry Jams,’” Seuncheol begins, his tone light and playful. “Today we have a very special guest with us, someone who we’re excited to get to know. Y/N, right?”

Y/N forces a smile, caught off guard by his nonchalant demeanor. “Yeah, that’s me,” she replies, trying to keep her composure.

Mark chimes in, “So, Seungcheol, what do you think we should ask Y/N first? Her experience in college, first impressions of joining the radio crew, or breaking the ice with some embarrassing stories about her past?”

Seuncheol feigns thoughtfulness, glancing at her as if he’s genuinely curious. “Hmm, I don’t know... Maybe we should start with something really easy. Y/N, tell us what you’ve been up to since high school?”

Inside, Y/N can’t help but feel a mix of anger and confusion. Does Seungcheol really not remember the torment? Or is this all just part of his game? As she gathers her thoughts, Seuncheol leans forward with a teasing smile, clearly enjoying the moment, and Mark excitedly nods for her to share.

In this moment, Y/N feels a wave of nostalgia and unresolved feelings crashing over her. Will she choose to confront him, or will she play along for the sake of her own peace? The air is thick with unspoken words and long-buried emotions as the interview continues.

“Well, uh, obviously just going to classes, staying mainly at home or out with my friends. Nothing that embarrassing to tell you guys, I'm afraid.” Y/n just smiled thinking she evaded the question naturally and easily.

Seungcheol just sat back in his chair and crossed his legs, watching her intently. “Really? Nothing embarrassing? Like getting stood up at a dance or maybe some embarrassing moment in front of the whole student body like the one in the Lizzie Mcguire movie?”

Y/N could feel the heat of his words washing over her, mixing with old wounds that had barely healed. It was infuriating how effortlessly he could reach into her history and extract the moments that still made her cringe. “Yeah, well, things like that happened, I did think I was brave enough to try out for the school play, but you know, sometimes bravery doesn’t pay off,” she replied, biting back whatever harsh retorts danced on the tip of her tongue.

Mark sensed the shift in the mood and tried to lighten the atmosphere with a laugh. “Come on, Y/N, it can’t be that bad. One embarrassing story is all we ask to kick off the show!”

Seungcheol jumped in, an almost playful challenge in his eyes. “Or maybe we can take turns sharing stories. I could tell you all about the time I slipped in front of the whole gym at the championships… But I think you might have to go first.” His smile was disarming, but Y/N could feel the ancient tension rising like a tide.

As she stared at him, somewhere between infuriated and amused, she realized she had a choice to make. Would she continue to deflect, letting him steer the narrative, or would she take the reins and confront the demons of her past in this unlikely place? The stakes felt somehow higher in this makeshift confessional; every question could unleash a deluge of feelings she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

With a deep breath, Y/N decided it was time to reclaim her narrative, one story at a time. “It wasn’t just a play, but a musical. My Fair Lady to be exact. And if anyone knows me well they’d know the only type of singer I am is a shower pop-star, I have no business doing a legit musical, but I tried anyway. I sang that song from High School Musical the one with Troy when he’s dancing on the golf course, uh- It’s-”

Mark laughed, “Bet on it? No way you actually did that.”

Y/n smiled, maybe Seungcheol can't ruin this for her. “No, Mark. I’m dead ass serious. I wore a green polo shirt and jeans and legit danced around the stage like it was nobody's business and not just like a 16 bar cut I did the entire song.”

Seungcheol’s eyes widened, genuinely surprised, using his brain power trying to remember this story. “You committed to the whole thing? How did that go?”

“Let me tell you,” Y/N continued, embracing the moment, “I’d never felt so alive, even if I was pretty sure, no not even pretty sure, very sure, half the audience was laughing at me. I just kept thinking, ‘Dance like no one’s watching,’ shit like that. Even though I could hear my classmates snickering in the back. It was my time to shine, or so I thought. Sometimes I envy the amount of confidence I had when I was younger.”

Mark was doubled over with laughter, and even Seungcheol couldn't hide a grin. “Okay, that’s gold. I could totally see you putting all of yourself into it, though. The over-the-top performance style, right?”

“Exactly, yes. I like to think I was channeling my inner Troy, but honestly, I probably looked more like a lost puppy trying its best,” she admitted, her voice light with humor despite the embarrassment that lurked in the corners of her mind.

As she spoke, she could feel the weight of the past beginning to lift—allowing herself to laugh about her experiences rather than feel ashamed of them. “But hey, at least I captured a moment that I won’t forget, right? Even if the high note was a little… questionable.”

Seungcheol chuckled, shaking his head. “That is honestly impressive. I mean, who knew you had that in you?”

“Right?” Mark chimed in, grinning widely. “You’ve been hiding your talents from us! Next time, we need to see you perform live. Shower concerts don’t count!”

“No, no talent at all, just pure moxy.” Y/n just took a deep breath in settling her laughter. “I am a karaoke killer though, so watch your backs.”

The conversation flowed easily now, and as they continued to tease each other, Y/N felt a delicious sense of freedom. She could tell her story without fear; reclaiming this piece of her past made room for new memories to be created. Maybe this show wouldn’t be such a disaster after all. As the interview progressed, she felt herself relaxing more into the laughter and warmth of friendship, leaving behind the shadows that Seungcheol’s presence had once cast over her.

The tension may have been rooted deep, but here, in this moment, Y/N realized that laughter had the power to blur those boundaries, reminding her that growth was about acknowledging her past while stepping boldly into the present. And maybe, just maybe, there was a way forward for both of them after all. Or so she thought.

After the interview started settling down, they began diving into the actual theme of the show—sharing songs that had changed their perspectives and made them who they are. It was Seungcheol's turn to share, and Y/N felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Would he truly open up, or would his past vindictive nature rear its ugly head yet again?

“Alright, guys. Thank you for tuning in once again,” Mark said, grinning as he prepared to transition the show into its next segment. “Our next song was chosen by none other than the new hot boy on campus, Seungcheol. So, man, what’d you go with this week?”

Seungcheol leaned forward in his chair, his expression shifting from playful to serious. “I chose a song that actually means a lot to me. As corny as it sounds—and maybe once you hear my choice, you'll think it's even more corny than I described—but my pick this week is ‘What a Feeling’ by One Direction.”

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She knew the song well, its infectious energy and uplifting message had always resonated with her. But hearing him say it out loud felt like an unexpected twist. “I know Y/N is still a big One Direction fan,” Seungcheol continued, his gaze fixed on her with sincerity. “So I felt like it was appropriate, both for me and her being here this week, so please enjoy.”

As the opening notes flooded the room, Y/N’s surprise melted into something more—curiosity. What had this song meant to Seungcheol? She could feel all eyes on him as he prepared to share his connections to it.

“I’ll be honest,” Seungcheol began, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability, “I’ve gone through a lot of phases in my life where I felt lost. And this song—back when it came out—was like a lifeline. There was this one summer when I thought I was going to waste my life away doing nothing, but then I heard this song and it made me think about what could be. It was like a reminder that you shouldn’t give up on your dreams, no matter how silly they might seem.”

He paused, casting a glance at Y/N before continuing. “I know I’ve messed up in the past, honestly who hasn’t when they were young and dumb? But this song reminds me that it’s never too late to turn things around. It’s about finding joy in pursuing what makes you happy. And I guess I’m still learning to do that—especially now that I’m in a different place with people I care about.”

The words hung in the air, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel a flicker of something gentler in her heart. She had thought Seungcheol's charm was just a front, a mask to hide behind. But as she listened to him, she realized that maybe there was a genuine intent underneath his bravado.

The song played on, its lyrics weaving through the air like a shared experience, rich with memories and hopes. Mark nodded along, seemingly impressed by Seungcheol's revelation. “Wow, man, that’s really deep. I think a lot of us can relate to that feeling of searching for meaning.”

As the song reached its crescendo, Y/N found herself swept away in nostalgia, the music resonating with her own struggles and aspirations. She realized that they were all navigating their own paths, and that perhaps Seungcheol was trying to do the same—even if clumsily.

When the song came to an end, the room filled with a momentary silence, an unspoken acknowledgment of vulnerability shared. Then, Mark clapped his hands together, breaking the stillness. “Alright, I see you. That was a move for sure. I think you just elevated this whole show, man.”

Y/N caught Seungcheol’s eye, and the playful, teasing smile from earlier had transformed into something softer—more genuine. For the first time since he walked into the studio, she felt a bridge forming between them, built on mutual understanding and perhaps even a flicker of forgiveness.

“Thanks, guys. I really appreciate letting me share that,” Seungcheol said, his tone sincere. “And Y/N, thanks for still being a fan of them. It actually reminded me of how much they’re music helped me navigate the uncertainty of my teenage life..”

However, as the interview drew to a close, Y/N found herself grappling with a whirlwind of thoughts. She was surprised by how different she felt from when the show began to how it was ending. Yet, a shadow of uncertainty lingered in her mind. What if Seungcheol’s newfound vulnerability was just an act?

Was he simply picking songs and sharing stories to manipulate her feelings? Did he want her to feel a sense of connection, only to later flip that affection on its head, turning her trust into rubble like he had before? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she had to fight against the instinct to put up walls.

Or perhaps, she thought, maybe Seungcheol was genuinely trying to reach out. Maybe “What a Feeling” did mean something significant to him, and his reflections were sincere, revealing more depth to his character than she had ever seen. Maybe she had meant something more to him than just being a punching bag for his frustrations during their turbulent past.

She glanced over at him. Seungcheol was bantering with Mark, a comfortable smile spread across his face. It was a smile that looked so different from the smirk she had known; it didn't feel like the mask he often wore. Her heart wavered—could this be the real him?

Y/N couldn’t deny the chemistry they shared during the interview. Laughing together felt good—refreshing, even. But could she trust that he wouldn’t revert back to the person who had hurt her? The scars of their tumultuous history were still fresh, battling against the potential of a new beginning.

When they finally wrapped up, Mark thanked her and told her how good she was on radio, as Seungcheol lingered in the background packing up his bag, stealing glances their way, for some reason Y/n got a bolt of confidence and decided to do something big for her.

“Do you guys want to come out for a drink? It’s just going to be Mingyu and I, but we could always use some new company?”

Mark raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, of course. That sounds like fun. Count me in. Cheol?”

Seungcheol paused, his expression shifting slightly as the words registered. “Uh, yeah, I—if you’re sure about it. I’d love to hang out,” he added, his voice carrying a hint of relief and perhaps eagerness.

Y/N felt her heart flutter. Could this be her moment to redefine their relationship, to push past the fears that weighed her down? This was an opportunity for a fresh start, and maybe an evening of laughter and drinks could be a step in that direction.

“Great!” Mark concluded. He quickly gathered his things, excitement brewing in his voice. “ I think we all deserve it.”

They made their way out of the studio, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows as they walked. The light felt warm on her skin, almost symbolic—like it was shining on a new chapter waiting to unfold. Mingyu was already waiting outside for her, leaning casually against the wall with a broad smile that transformed his face.

“Hey, you.. and friends.. You’re right on time.” he called out, waving them over.

As they settled into a small outdoor table, laughter filled the air, the atmosphere full of a mix of lighthearted banter and lingering questions. Y/N found herself seated across from Seungcheol, who seemed more relaxed now, his playful demeanor a stark contrast to the tension that had previously existed.

“What do you like to drink, Seungcheol?” Mingyu asked, breaking the ice.

“Uh, I’m a sucker for a good cocktail, actually,” Seungcheol replied sheepishly. “Something fruity, maybe?”

“Too easy.” Mark teased, and they all shared a laugh, the sound echoing into the evening air. As the drinks were ordered and the jokes flew freely, Y/N felt herself leaning into it, enjoying the simplicity of the moment.

But as she looked at Seungcheol across the table—his laughter genuine, his eyes bright—she couldn’t shake the nagging questions at the back of her mind. Could he truly change? Would he be someone she could trust moving forward? For now, though, she pushed those thoughts aside, choosing to focus on the warmth of the present, and the laughter that filled the air around them.

She had been eagerly awaiting Seungcheol’s return from the bathroom. The thought of standing there alone felt slightly awkward—like she was trying too hard to ease their past tensions, and she didn’t want to put any unnecessary pressure on the evening. She took a deep breath, savoring the cool night air and letting herself get lost in the thoughts swirling in her mind.

Suddenly, she heard his voice calling her name. “Y/N?!”

Seungcheol was running up behind her, and she instinctively didn’t turn around. Instead, she pretended to be intensely interested in something just across the street—a small café with glowing neon lights, a vintage record store, anything that would provide a distraction.

“Oh, shit. Sorry I left you back there,” he said, slightly breathless as he caught up to her.

Y/N finally turned around, forcing a smile to cover the flurry of emotions. “No worries, I’m not surprised,” she replied, her tone light but her heart raced slightly with uncertainty.

He looked a bit sheepish, his cheeks slightly flushed, whether from the drinks or their earlier stimulating conversations, she couldn't quite tell. “I didn’t want to keep you waiting. The line was longer than I expected,” he explained, glancing back toward the restroom, as if it held an explanation itself.

“It's fine. I was just... enjoying the view,” she said, motioning to the streetlights that bathed the sidewalk in a golden hue. She felt a little silly but wanted to keep the conversation flowing. As he stepped closer, she could see the warmth in his eyes, the genuine interest he had in her presence, as if he was absorbing every moment they shared.

“Yeah, I can see that,” he said with a chuckle, matching her gaze toward the lights. “You look like you’re lost in thought. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, all good. Just wishing my buzz from before hit a little better; the pain of having a high tolerance,” she replied, laughing lightly as she rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment.

Seungcheol’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Want to maybe grab a drink at the convenience store? We can walk around for a bit?”

Y/N’s heart skipped at the suggestion. It felt easy, casual—a perfect way to remain in this moment without the weight of their past hanging over them. “Sure, why not..” It was remarkable how a simple offering stirred a sense of excitement within her, a feeling that they'd often missed in their previous encounters.

As they strolled toward the convenience store, the lighthearted atmosphere wrapped around them like a comforting blanket. Seungcheol fell into step beside her, their shoulders brushing occasionally, igniting a delightful warmth that she had almost forgotten existed between them.

“So, what’s your drink of choice?” he asked, a playful eyebrow raised.

“Oh, definitely something sour. I’m not much of a cocktail girl. But like a sour as hell lemon w/ vodka hits hard.” she stated, playfully making a face. “The last time I had too much, I ended up singing in the karaoke booth with Mingyu until the sun came up and losing my voice. Not my finest moment.”

Seungcheol laughed, the sound smooth and genuine, his smile pushing away the remnants of tension that once hung heavily in the air. “I can imagine. Based on your story of your singing voice too. But hey, those moments make the best stories, right?”

“True,” she replied, her heart soaring at the way he was able to navigate their conversation with ease, pulling her into lightheartedness. Soon enough, they arrived at the convenience store, the bright fluorescent lights illuminating the aisles filled with snacks and drinks.

They wandered into the beverage aisle, Y/N scanning the colorful selection to find her drink. “How about this?” she said, holding up a can of tropical-flavored beer, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Not bad! I’ll go with something fruity too,” he decided, picking up a canned cocktail mix that promised a burst of summer flavors. “Same, same, but different. Like us, I guess.”

They checked out, sharing a few jokes with the cashier that had Y/N giggling as he rang up their drinks. Once they walked back outside, the night air felt even sweeter, cooled by the gentle breeze that tousled her hair.

“Where to now?” Seungcheol asked, cracking open his drink and taking a large sip, he sighed in satisfaction.

Y/N followed suit and took a sip of hers, initial bubbles dancing on her tongue. “How about we just drink in silence and find our way back home?”

“Great idea.” he nodded enthusiastically, and together they walked down the street, side by side, their laughter punctuating the peaceful night.

As she led the way, a mix of anxiety and nostalgia churned within her. The laughter they had shared echoed in her mind, yet the weight of unspoken truths lingered just beneath the surface. Every step she took felt like a countdown, a reminder that the longer she delayed confronting the past, the more complicated things might become.

Seungcheol walked closely behind, his presence comforting but oblivious to the inner turmoil she faced. His easy demeanor contrasted sharply with the heaviness in her heart. She could still hear his voice, full of laughter and warmth, as they teased one another and reminisced about old memories that felt both fresh and distant.

But deep down, she knew that their connection was built on more than just the joyful moments they shared that night. The shadows of their shared history loomed, and she felt the urge to turn around and spill everything—about who she was, the secrets she kept, and the reasons why they had drifted apart all those years ago.

As they approached their separate front doors, the soft glow of the overhead lights illuminated their surroundings, casting gentle shadows on the ground. She hesitated for a moment, caught in the whirlwind of her thoughts. Would it shatter the bond they had just begun to rebuild? Would he still look at her with that same warmth, or would the truth drive a wedge between them?

She decided to just wave him goodnight and tucked back inside her fortress. Except as she tried to slip inside she took one last look in the hallway and found Seungcheol hesitating to open his door.

“You okay?” She questioned, watching his head pick back up and send his dark brown eyes her way.

“Can, I, Uh..” He hesitated for a moment, stepping into the middle of the hallway, his frame facing her now, making her feel small, “Would you want to do this again? Like get a drink with me sometime?”

“Like, just the two of us?” Y/n just stared at him dumbfounded, still one foot placed inside her apartment.

“Yeah. Unless your datin-”

“No. I mean no to dating someone, I’m, uh, single.” Her heart starts racing realizing that saying yes would mean more moments alone with him stuffing down her old hatred towards him. “A drink sounds good, yeah. Why not?”

“Okay, cool. Just text me when you’re free? Or I’ll text you? I mean I guess I’ll see you and whatnot, but whatever works.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Have a goodnight, Seungcheol.”

“You too, Y/n. Sleep tight.”

As she closed the door, Y/n leaned her back against it and let out a long, shaky breath. What had just happened? Seungcheol—her former rival, the guy who once drove her mad with all his cockiness—had just asked her out. But it wasn’t a date, was it? Just a drink. A simple gesture, but the implications had her stomach swirling with excitement and dread all at once.

Y/n paced around her living room, her mind racing. Memories of their past confrontations floated to the surface, but this time she tried to view them through a different lens. She could still remember the way they'd often argued over the most trivial things, their banter charged with an underlying tension neither had fully understood. And now here they were, standing on the brink of something new, something that could transform their antagonistic dynamic completely.

She plopped down on her couch, pulling her knees to her chest as she replayed their conversation in her mind. The warmth in Seungcheol’s voice, the way his eyes had lit up with a hint of hope—it was undeniable that beneath his sharp exterior, there was a gentler side to him. Maybe she’d spent too long judging him based on past encounters when there was a chance he was different now.

But was she ready to let go of the grudges? Could she afford to face the vulnerability that came with a newfound friendship? A drink, she reminded herself. Nothing too serious. But the thought of being near him again made butterflies erupt in her stomach. God, she wished Yuqi was here. But, she couldn’t tell her, not yet until she decided for herself to let go of her anger in fear of someone telling her they told her so.

She flicked on the TV, hoping to distract herself, but every scene felt muted. Instead, her mind raced with scenarios of what their outing could be like: would they share laughter over awkward jokes? Could she really enjoy his company, even after everything that came before?

The night stretched on, and despite all her attempts at distraction, Y/n found herself staring at her phone, debating when and how to text him. She wouldn’t allow herself to overthink it. Maybe she’d just keep the conversation light, something casual.

Resolute, she grabbed her phone and opened a new message to Seungcheol. “Hey. I had fun tonight. Let’s figure out when we can get that drink.”

After hitting send, she settled back into her couch with a sense of anticipation. Whatever this was turning into, it felt like a chance to rewrite their story, one that could lead to something surprising, maybe even delightful. She closed her eyes, letting the possibilities wash over her before sleep finally took her.

note: hi omg I'm back into the swing of things, pls enjoy this chapter I wanted to work on them building their relationship instead of my girl y/n being a lil bitter girly all the time lol. do we think they'll actually not bring up they know each other or will it end poorly I mean idk??

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world0fmadness · 4 months ago

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FIRE MELTS ICE

kimi raikkonen x cky / jackass member! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for kimi with a member of cky and jackass!

୨୧ decided to make this just the dating era, i might do a part two following along the smau more with them getting married and having their kids if you guys want it! this takes place between 2001 and 2007 <3

♡ related smau available here | view my formula 1 masterlist here

reading music recommendations: rio bravo by cky - come to daddy by aphex twin - right here in my arms by him

♡ you guys met in 2001 when you were both 21!

୨୧ you had been a member of cky / jackass from the very beginning, having grown up with with bam and ryan <3 you got the nickname “ fireass ” because of all the times you’ve had your ass set on fire ( usually by bam )

♡ you’re like three peas in a pod, only ever seeing each other as siblings

୨୧ supposedly, some of the people from mtv had made a deal with some guys in f1 about being able to shoot some stunts with the cars but when you and the guys arrived it seems there had been some kind of HUGE misunderstanding…

♡ while mtv people were arguing with f1 people ( you really didn’t care enough to get their names ) you wandered off to have a look around, not wanting to just stand around watching some people argue

୨୧ you run into kimi somewhere in the paddock, locking eyes with him would usually make anyone else look away almost immediately but you held his icy gaze with your own fiery stare

♡ you don’t believe in all that “ love at first sight ” talk but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like something clicked into place on your heart when you saw him

୨୧ and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get the exact same feeling…

♡ so you approached each other, him asking what you were up to here and you asking if he listens to aphex twin or bloodhound gang

୨୧ before long bam finds you and decides to do what he does best… which is torment you with a taser and handheld camera!

♡ to say kimi was confused as to what the hell was happening would be an understatement…

“ what the hell are you doing? why did you do that do her? are you insane? ” ( he had no idea who the hell you guys were and literally thought bam was just some insane guy assaulting you, all the while bam was laughing his ass off at you clutching your tased ass cheek )

୨୧ but you left with his number and he left with yours so hey, you’d say it was worth it

♡ you guys begin dating super quickly, you’re both confident and outgoing people who aren’t afraid to speak their mind and there’s clearly a connection between you two so why waste time?

୨୧ so you don’t waste time and begin officially dating after just one date :)

♡ there were DEFINITELY some rumours going around in the mid 2000’s that you were actually dating ville or you were cheating on kimi with ville

୨୧ some people going even further and saying you were actually in a throuple with ville and kimi

♡ the gossip magazine titles got real creative with the headlines when those rumours started… so many corny lines about how they’re both finnish so that must mean you have a type and a bunch of other stupid shit

୨୧ you ran with the joke for a short time, your nickname changing from “ fireass ” to “ finnisher ” y’know, because you supposedly make two finns finish? god, it was so stupid

♡ you were never dating ville, obviously, you were more like siblings with both him and bam and you were happier than ever with kimi! the only members you ever did anything with was dico, rake and chris ( not pontious ) and those were simple pecks for the camera!

୨୧ and kimi knows not to worry, he’d never been the jealous or insecure type, he has no problem speaking his mind if he feels something isn’t right

♡ kimi absolutely loves to watch you skate in the parking lot of your apartment complex!

୨୧ he thinks you’re so damn good and should’ve gone pro… whenever you fuck up and get a really bad scrape, he’s always gently asking if you’re good before coming over to help you up and make sure you don’t snap your skateboard in half, knowing you’d regret it later…

♡ you’re forever thankful that you fell in love with someone as unbothered as kimi

୨୧ you usually come home from a day of filming smelling like a disgusting combination of vomit, alcohol, gasoline and cigarettes…

♡ you always apologise to kimi for the smell ( despite knowing he really doesn’t care all that much ) before heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and take a hot shower

୨୧ but he’s hot on your tail, following you into the bathroom and watching you undress from the doorway… when you hop into the shower, he moves from his spot in the doorway, getting undressed and getting in with you

♡ he doesn’t talk much, it’s mainly you asking about what he was up to while you were gone and him answering! only sometimes asking you similar questions about the stunts you did

୨୧ he washes your hair for you, his hands surprisingly gentle, mindful of any tangles

“ tilt your head back more, kulta… that’s it ” ( he acts like getting some water in your eyes would hurt you more than any of the stunts you’ve done before )

♡ small things like this were common between you, a show of love and care <3

୨୧ when bam made haggard, he obviously wanted you to have a character in it and so you did! but it wasn’t just you, oh no…

♡ why would bam miss the opportunity to get an f1 driver in his film? he’d be a fool to not beg you to ask kimi for an appearance in the film as your character’s boyfriend

୨୧ kimi agreed but ONLY for you <3 his appearance was much shorter than yours but bam was happy with it and it would go down in the books as a nice piece of semi obscure f1 lore

♡ people know whenever kimi has brought to with him to a race because the only thing they hear coming from his drivers room is him, bloodhound gang, cky and gnarkill…

୨୧ you actually convert kimi into being a huge fan of these bands, he already liked that type of music anyways but he didn’t listen to those bands before he got with you! you make him so many burned CDs

♡ whenever kimi is with you while you’re filming for jackass and perform a particularly nasty stunt, the cameraman LOVES to pan over to kimi, capturing his face which wears a slight frown and a scrunched nose <3

୨୧ when ryan did the toy car up the ass stunt, he made sure it was an f1 car, just to add some irony to the situation as you were the one giving him advice on how to get it up there ( kimi was NOT impressed with the joke )

♡ something that happens on the regular is f1 journalists calling in on radio bam, hoping to get the latest scoop on the cars and drivers from you… as if you know anything about the cars?

୨୧ of course, you entertain them for a minute or two, feeding them fake stories about how all of the drivers actually despise each other and they’re feuding… you know they won’t mind!

♡ but when you get bored, you quickly dive into a deeply detailed description of yours and kimi’s sex life, giving them only the dirtiest details

୨୧ they always hang up, it’s a guarantee <3 usually kimi is listening in at home or even sitting in the studio with you, just gazing at you with a tiny, sly smirk on his face

♡ you and kimi are both very laidback souls!

୨୧ most of your free days are spent in your shared apartment, laid on the couch together, your legs over his lap whilst you watch a horror movie

♡ oh how you love your iceman…

#kimi raikkonen x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 headcanons #dating headcanons

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heeseung64 · 3 months ago

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PERSPECTIVE

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬.

SERIES, SMAU, ENEMIES ??TO LOVERS, MUTUAL FRIENDS, MUTUAL PINING, COMEDY, ANGST, SLOW BURN. MDNI.

contents.

17. PRETTY GIRL,

written part below <3

y/n placed perfect scores for each element, her body twisting and turning as she breathes, heaving, crying after seeing the judicators nod to her performance. she couldn't believe it. the sequins of her dress glittered the ice around her, and the moonlight of the stage carried her body as if she swam across the rink.

the seasonal championships have ended with y/n's dear smile plastered across the screen, and the hugs of her fellow coaches and rivals have deemed her confidence worthy of securing the top Under 25 skater. life and game changing, y/n had it all. as the crowd begins to pack it up, sunghoon watches y/n's every move, looking at the way she takes her phone- on par to the rhythm of the bubbles that show up on his phone screen.

sunghoon couldn't believe the beauty of ice skating. yes, it was amazing when he played, but this. this? incomparable. sunghoon took it enough to realise the beauty of skating didn't come from the passion alone- her everything was enough to show it. his hands gripped onto the bouquet of flowers after watching her tear, and his heart stung with a million hot thorns after seeing her search for the crowd. sunghoon grabs his phone to text her, too focused at the keyboard than the group of friends eyeing him. "sunghoon, go to her." sunoo slaps his arms, pointing at y/n who began to walk towards the locker rooms.

sunghoon booked it.

he held a precious bouquet of flowers, a few (too many) bags of gifts, and a nervous face. he doesn't know how to face her, he doesn't know how to do it; but if it makes her feel better, he'll give it all he can.

y/n finally replies to his message, turning around to find sunghoon there, breathing short breaths in his black suit, a few hairs out of place, and his eyes roaming all around her face.

"sunghoon-" y/n gasps, seeing the man before her drop everything. he wraps his arms tightly around her waist, his hands supporting her back as he doesn't hesitate to put his face in the crook of her neck.

"congratulations, y/n. and- happy birthday." he stutters. too afraid to let go. y/n's heart pounds aggressively. it already shuddered the moment he texted her, and it exploded the moment he stood there in front of her, too good for her eyes.

"hoon..." she whispers, tears welting in her eyes. the voice paired with his nickname was enough to make sunghoon melt, to which he lets go, pulling up her chin to face him better.

"what's wrong, pretty?" he cooes, brows furrowing as he watches a tear fall down her sides.

"why did you come watch? you left your internship!" she felt guilty, and sunghoon understood, it wasn't a good idea, but this? this is what was right. "why wouldn't i? you're my favourite skater." he croaks, drying away her tears that spill out with his thumb.

"you're a liar, with the way you talk- i don't even think you like me-" y/n gets interrupted by a shove of bouquets and bags worth of expensive jewellery.

"if i really didn't, would i have booked a jet here? hm?" sunghoon smirks, bowing down to look closer at y/n's face who in return avoids his by looking away. "whatever. thanks for the birthday gift." y/n pouts, to which sunghoon laughs.

"this isn't your birthday gift," sunghoon leans in closer, tucking away y/n's flyaways after she puts down her hair. "this is your 'i'm sorry, i admit you're the best skater in the world.' gift."

y/n furrows her brows, about to protest with the amount of things he bought. "my birthday gift, is this." he says, leaning closer before grabbing her waist, snaking his hands under her hair, pulling her close; and roughly smashing his lips on hers. his lips were soft, and they got warmer the longer they stayed on y/n, and all she could do was melt- feeling the exchange of heat through eachother's bodies. all y/n prayed was for an upper being to give her strength, as she believed the kiss took her legs out already.

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theres plenty more to come :)

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sadnightforus · 15 days ago

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THE FATED STARS (PJS) | SMAU

018 - CONCERT'S PARADISE

Park Jongseong harbors the biggest crush on one of the most popular girls on the campus, you. You, being dared by your friend group to tweet and made a boyfriend application, initially started out as a joke, thinking that no one would applied it. Upon the tweet going viral and many applications being sent in, he decided that he would shoot his shot, even if he doesn’t know a single shit about what is the sun, moon, rising in astronomy.

WARNINGS: cuss word, yujin being a menace, riki stole something once again

A/N: guess who is getting into our mc's private (i think it's pretty obvious)

TAGLIST: @hoondiors @desistay @who-tf-soddhi @erehkinnie30 @vantxx95

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WORD COUNT: 2077

WARNINGS: cuss words, heeseung being heeseung lol

Jay and you arrived fairly early to the concert.

Now you both are currently standing a bit far away from the stage, having a conversation. The concert wouldn’t start until almost another hour or so.

To be fair, you’re still a bit pissed at Jiseok and Jooyeon for never bothering to tell you about their performance at HUSK (HYBE University of South Korea) but you sufficed, wanting to see your friends perform for once and all. You watched him perform several times and you have to admit it; Xdinary Heroes is very good, the only misfortune is they’re under a small company that is probably on the verge of bankruptcy. But you won’t tell that to these two. They’ll get an ego and start blasting about it.

Are they even on the verge of bankruptcy? But… thinking about their dorm condition, it’s worse than abandoned places.

The rest of your friends like Yizhuo or Ningning as affectionately referred to by the rest of the group, Yeji and Kazuha, even Jimin are also joining in. You don’t know where they’re at, but you use this opportunity to stray away and stay close to Jay for now.

“Are your friends coming too?” You ask, tone full of curiosity. You’ve always been curious about the kind of guys that your supposed suitor befriends.

You sound so old fashioned, you think.

And Jay is no better than a regular man when it comes to hearing his crush’s voice. He instantly melts like ice under the sunlight. But he keeps composure, trying to find his voice to respond back.

“Yes. They’re coming too. But let’s go and say hi to them after the show ends.”

“That sounds good.” You nod in agreement, your tone is as nonchalant as usual. “All of them?”

“All of them.” He nods back, replying as his eyes are observing your makeup and how it compliments your beauty.

“How did they get to know about it? I don’t think my friends’ band is very well-recognized across our university.”

You almost want to mock Jiseok for being a flop but if his friends attend the performance, that means that maybe, the band is more famous than you realized.

“I honestly learned about them from you.” He gets flustered, sheepishly admitting the truth as his pal caresses the back of his neck from embarrassment. “Your friends are pretty good. I wish I discovered them sooner.”

“Really?” You feign innocence, pretending to be a good friend (or maybe you are, you just enjoy tormenting the guys more) even though you’d never tell Jiseok and Jooyeon that.

“Yeah! They’re really, really cool.”

Oof, if only Jay is aware of how much of a loser Jiseok is. Jooyeon is somewhat in the middle, so you can’t even place him there entirely.

“That’s nice. I’m glad I indirectly introduced you to their music.” You give him a small, teasing smile. A kittenish smile even, that makes his heart race so fast that he wants to cry in sheer excitement.

He’s probably such a lovesick fool, standing next to his crush, talking about music when all he wants to do is kiss you and eat your face.

Maybe not in a cannibalistic way, but cannibalism is known as a metaphor of love, no?

He argues that in his head as he looks at how dashingly beautiful you are tonight when showing up to the concert with you.

Meanwhile, you can feel your own cheeks creeping up blush but you have to fight the urge to go all mushy mushy with him.

Damn, think of that one song… he must’ve put a hex on your mind. Like that one Bladee song.

I put a hex on your mind, you put a bless on my line

You’re my river, liquor and silver

Shit, you’re so sappy.

You’re repulsed by love sometimes but you love this ma-

You’re so confused, what should you do with your own heart? Should you freeze it so it can stop beating?

Meanwhile, Jay is fighting his impulsive thoughts.

Should I kiss her?

Should I confess directly and scare you away?

But…

Should I hold her hand?

Should I hold your hand?

Should I hold your han…

“Should I hold your hand?”

Shit, he blurted that out without much thought.

He freezes, thinking that you would reject it. He bites his lips, gaze wavering away, not daring to meet yours in so much shame and emotional turmoil inside himself. He wants to cry so bad, this is utterly humiliating to him, more than anything else that he has always done. He then braces himself, expecting for the worst to happen. His palm now tightly grips into a fist, waiting for your opposition.

As soon as the words escape his lips, you’re too stunned. You almost even mutter out ‘he has some audacity… wait is it even the right word?’ to him. Thankfully, you spare his poor soul and decide that you’ll entertain the idea of holding his hand. Just to drive both of you up the walls.

“Sure.”

You flash him the most angelic smile he has ever seen and like a madman he is, he can’t even contain his excitement. Thankfully, he manages to show you through facial expressions and body language just how grateful he is for your agreement.

He sighs, slowly takes his hand out and opens his palm that was balled into a fist earlier due to the anxiety from your rejection. His hand is trembling quite a bit, you secretly think it’s adorable that he is so nervous from trying to make a good impression on you.

You accept his invitation to hold his hand by gently lacing your fingers with his. As soon as you feel the touch of his skin, you almost blush. His hand is so rough and calloused, the way you like it. And as for him, Jay lets his thoughts wander around as he soon feels how soft and delicate the back of hand is. It feels velvety, just like your hypnotism that lures him in.

Although, they say good moments don’t last for long, as Sunghoon, Heeseung and Jungwon all approach the both of you. You quickly pull your hand away from his grasp, although you don’t exactly mind the warm hand that provides you a sense of security in this space. Jay is disappointed, but he reluctantly lets go, not wanting to be teased even more about his hopeless crush in front of you, because he wants you to view him as a cool guy.

“Fancy seeing you both here.” Heeseung was the first to start the conversation, as usual. And he’s always a bit overly flirty, even his Twitter account is an evidence of that.

“So you both are really here.” Sunghoon says, almost amused. “I kind of thought Jay was bluffing.”

“Hey, I won’t lie about that.” Jay scoffs them, wanting to shoo them away.

They all have a smirk on their faces and you act as nonchalant as possible, not trying to give away that you were observing and gauging them already.

“I’m Heeseung. Lee Heeseung. Nice to meet you.” Heeseung introduces himself, tone dripping with a playful flirtatious fashion.

“I’ve seen you under my posts multiple times.” Your tone is almost deadpan and too serious, which makes the situation seem funny. Sunghoon laughs at your remark.

“I’m Park Sunghoon. I hope we run into each other more often.” He smiles, introducing himself to you.

Jungwon, who hasn’t spoken at all, clears his throat, once noticing that his older friends are introducing themselves to you.

“I’m Yang Jungwon. Nice to meet you.” His voice quivers a bit, possibly due to nervousness, especially in front of you.

“Nice to meet you, I’m L/N Y/N. It’s nice that I finally get to meet you at the concert.” You smile a friendly smile, your demeanor brighter. Jay silently thinks that you fit into part of the group perfectly already.

“Ah, me too.” Jungwon scratches the back of his head in pure awkwardness as you notice that the concert is about to start and your friend’s band will be performing soon.

The guys notice too, gesturing to each other to say goodbye to you. You do the same right back, as the conversation ultimately cuts short.

As Sunghoon, Heeseung and Jungwon are out of your sight, Jay gestures to you to hold his hand, intertwining fingers with him, which didn’t escape from the observant eyes of Jungwon at all. You readily accept it, lacing your fingers with his and never letting go, eyes training onto the scene in front of you.

And as soon as the other three find their friends, Jugwon was the one to spill what he saw earlier, which ended in a bet of who is going to kiss first.

“Y/N-ssi, definitely.” That answer belongs to Heeseung, Jake and Sunghoon. “I just think he’s too much of a pussy to kiss her first.” Heeseung explains himself.

“You scared your crush of 3 years into dating you for like 3 weeks, what would you know?” Sunoo shoots back a smart remark.

Apparently, when Heeseung was way younger, he had a crush on a girl for 3 years and according to the description, he was intense and as one could say, deeply obsessed. The rest of the group pokes fun at this fact for once in a blue moon, saying that they wouldn’t give him a chance at all, since he still believes in Selena Gomez and Justin Beiber thing to still be ongoing.

“Put some respect on my name.” Heeseung growls, not wanting to be reminded of that at all.

“Sure. Anyway, I’m voting that my dad will make the first move on Y/N noona.” Riki says, grinning, he’s so sure that he’ll win the bet.

“No way you called him your dad.” Jake makes a gagging face, can’t believe that Riki will never let the technically not government approved adoption title go.

“I’m voting for Jay hyung too.” Jungwon joins.

“Me three.” Sunoo is the last to claim his spot.

“Each loser will have to give 20 000 won to the winners.” Jake says, smiling as he has a plan. He will win for sure.

“That’s a lot of money.” Jungwon complains. “You can’t get away with inflation.” Sunoo comments.

“15 000 won, fine.” Jake shakes his head laughing.

“I have faith in Y/N. She better not let us down.” Sunghoon smirks, knowing his friend that he’ll chicken out if you don’t make the first move.

“Hope for that so.” Heeseung mumbles, then gestures to everybody to watch the performance that is starting.

As the attention shifts to you both, who are watching the performance and holding hands so tightly, mesmerized by the energy on stage, Jay suddenly turns to you, then leaning in closer.

“Can I ask you some questions?”

“Uh, sure?” You’re confused, but you want to hear what he says. He braces himself, trying to memorize the pickup line he carefully selects from Mariah Carey’s discography.

“First, do you really trust this feeling? Second, do you wanna let it pass you by? Third, Do you think it’s only superficial? And last, fourth one, could this actually be different this time?”

Oh my fucking god.

Your jaw drops.

No way did he just quote ‘The One’ by Mariah Carey from one of your favorite albums, Charmbracelet.

“You’re so sly.” You tease, but there’s a hint of almost shyness and surprise from the tone of your voice.

He grins, knowing he got where he wanted you to be.

You inhale a shuddering breath, giving him an answer. You’re so caught off guard, it’s not even funny that when he wants to, he is the smoothest motherfucker ever.

“But first answer. Yes. Second one, no. Third, also no. And last but not least, maybe it could be.”

Fuck, you’re so cute, he thinks.

He smiles, liking how flustered he makes you as you both don’t engage in more conversation.

This is a successful night for him. Both of your smiles illuminate the concert’s energy, creating a paradise on earth.

Maybe it could be different this time. You won’t let it pass you by. You’ll trust this warm, disgustingly mushy feeling and you think there’s something deep going on between you both.

It’s a concert’s paradise, to realize that you are falling for him slowly.

#kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #le sserafim smau #itzy smau #enha smau #enhypen smau #jay park x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen social media au #park jeongseong au #xdinary heroes smau #kpop smau #kpop x reader

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shanieveh · 1 year ago

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NEVER HEARD SILENCE QUITE THIS LOUD!

scaramouche x gn!reader smau

You were about to reply when you hear a commotion on the other side of the room. And there you see a guy begging for forgiveness to a familiar silhouette. You normally don't mind but curiosity always killed the cat.

The person was kneeling down as you scooter over to the heads of students and see what was going on. You see the silhouette more vividly, his shirt now stained with orange juice.

"I suggest you be careful next time, or you'll regret it." His eyes then fixated on the person kneeling, went up met your gaze.

And blue stares instantly showed you home.

As yours widened, his icy cold eyes never left your side. But his emotionless persona can't last long as he dare not move when he saw you. The guy that knelt cease his begging but he can't help but to hear none of that.

"When we meet again, know that I still love you so."

Echoes that still remember the past, hit his brain like a motorcycle at high speed. The ice was starting to melt, but what felt like seconds the frozen and barren gaze turned ablaze and he looked hurt.

"Excuse me, can I go through?"

The crowd was surpised by his sudden manners, unlike the rude facade shown minutes prior. But you were not surprised at all, you know him. You knew him. You deserved this chill, but that gaze felt like those for an enemy and worse a stranger.

It was like he never loved you.

"Uhm sure, go ahead." it was a short reply, your eyes stared at the juice filled floor.

It was like he didnt know you.

"Thanks."

Or did he even?

The people focused on you, but you didn't care. He slipped away from your sight, and you didn't bother to look back. You left him. Abandoned. And now he came back. But not for you.

It was like he didn't care.

Tears swelled up your eyes as the bell rang and it was the start of a new day. And as you flip to familiar pages, he was your new seatmate. And there silence became your loudest complaint. But those blue eyes never left you, not even once.

Not even at all.

Your past has caught up to you, a little beat of your heart is relieved no matter the consequences. Atleast he was fine, the same as old, and you can see him from afar knowing it will never be the same as it was.

And you deserve it.

This pain.

As it shatters your heart into a million pieces.

BACK TO DECEMBER

flashback 1. masterpost. flashback 3.

SUMMARY: you were childhood bestfriends with scaramouche, and with many unanswered confessions and one sided goodbyes, you both meet again, but now he wears a cold glance even turning agressive when his eyes wander yours, and it all came down the day he became the top of your class, beating you and rejoicing in success. his smile was because of your pain. maybe you could turn back time where promises actually never broke, and love was a beautiful thing.

TAGLIST: @yukiipc @wanderchive @user11918163805279 @gekkow @moon-320 @meowmeowmau @mine-lu @sunaaa @lxkeeeee @faaariiii-world @lazy-sanns @starlightaura @ynverse @ukinya @peachysunflowerOx @creammpuff @scarlightsworld @sakurapeach @sketcheeee @divinechicha @trasshy-artist @virette @kyouzki @redsrrrr @ahseya

NOTE: i can't add some of you so sorry idk if its my device or what :((

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche smau #genshin scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin impact smau #genshin texts #genshin angst #scaramouche angst #genshin smau #back to december smau

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iicehoon · 8 months ago

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CURRENT READS ദി- ·̫ - ̳^

(my little nctrecs as you will)

*some are for 18+ so if you are a minor PLEASE BE AWARE DO NOT CLICK*

☆= 18+ ‹𝟹 =ongoing ꕤ=finished ♡=smau

୨୧ mark

downbad - @hyuckswoman ‹𝟹 ♡ melting an ice heart - @strxbrymochi ♡‹𝟹

out of my league - @prettyrenjunn ♡‹𝟹

୨୧ jaemin

sex fashion guitar - @luvyeni ☆ ‹�� ♡

୨୧ jisung

linger - @beomgewz ‹𝟹 ♡

admiring from afar - @nyomis ‹𝟹 ♡

୨୧ enha recs

୨୧ &team recs

୨୧ riize recs

୨୧ txt recs

#iicehoon #iicerec #fic recs #enjoying so far #will add more !!#if you have any recs lmk!#nct recs

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strxbrymochi · 8 months ago

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melting an ice heart | lmk

01. skater wannabes

masterlist • next

pairing: lee mark (nct) x fem!reader

genre & tropes: smau, mostly enemies to lovers but a little bit of fluff too don’t worry, sports au (hockey player x figure skater), grumpy x sunshine energy

chapter warnings: swearing, suggestive but very minimal, mentions of drinking and a dead family member

synopsis: he’s the life of every party, the team heartthrob and mvp while she’s the stone cold ice-princess who will stop at nothing to get things her way. but when an accident intertwines the two more than they had hoped, will his fire be enough to melt the ice facade she’s built up or will they continue to clash and end up in ruins?

updates: mwf 8:00pm gmt+8 // 11:00pm gmt+11

taglist: open!

💌: @leefullsun @defzcl @ncityzenz @keemburley @syzavxy @doejaejung @softieluvsyou @leep0ems @nae-vm @hizhu @haechanielove @chezziy @excalibur-gone-missing @bluedbliss @girlwholoveslpreppyattire @planetkiimchi @swimmingismywholelife @cloudmrk

#nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream social media au #mark smau #melting an ice heart smau #stxbrymochi maih #mark lee x reader #hockey player mark x reader #nct sports au #nct hockey player au #nct texts #nct smau au #nct imagines #nct scenarios

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causenessus · 5 months ago

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hello i also went through my entire aesthetic pinterest board to find pictures for all your smaus (minus inked bc it's on hold 😔)

CALLOUSED HANDS

inner child healing, DEF vintage core, lowkey 10 things i hate about you "do you like the girl? is she worth all this trouble? either she is or she isn't" type beat in my very humble opinion. big grunge vibes. throwing rocks out your window. sneaking out of the house. the kind of couple to pack their bags and run away from home together/just leave everything behind to start a new life. definitely a kind of looks like they could kill you and would kill you (yn) and looks like they could kill you but won't (bc he's kuroo i'm in love with my girlfriend and everything i have is her's and i will only fight for her tetsuro). cigarettes after sex (sunsetz) for sure and CURRENT JOYS (honorable song mentions: kids, new flesh, my motorcycle, you broke my heart). ALSO ALSO other really specific kind of references they give me lockwood and lucy (lockwood and co.) vibes except for y/n is lockwood with her kind of i'm not living for anything vibes before kuroo comes into her life I HOPE SOMEONE GETS THIS. OR they're nico and libby "you're a fire hazard. stop apologizing for the damage and just let the fucker burn" (which i interpret as "i'm going to love you no matter what. just be yourself") nico and libby (atlas six) kind of dynamic I DON'T KNOW

35 MM

FREDERICK BHAER AND JO ALL THE WAY I KNOW LAURIE IS IN HERE BUT ONLY BC THE SCENE IS LITERALLY JO LOOKING SO HAPPY OVER WATCHING A PERFORMANCE AND LAURIE IS GIVING HER THE LOOK OF LOVE. WHICH IS ANOTHER AESTHETIC KIND OF POINT THAT NEEDS TO BE MADE. the kind of both people are independent but lean on each other dynamic. like they could be by themselves (at least akaashi could) but wants to be with the other and the other person only. the kind of "i can do it" "i know you can but let me" dynamic. going to the gas station together at 3 am because one of them wants ice cream kind of aesthetic (totally not based off of when they were eating takeout together at his place). late nights and domesticity. yn and akaashi are the epitome of the quiet life people dream of, living in an apartment with their significant other. just them. that's their world. definitely dark academia like someone else said. definitely library dates. the couple that's helping the other study for their assignments or go to cafes together to work on homework (and one of them might end up pushing their homework aside just to look at the other person) i'm feeling fade into you and like real people do

ON REPEAT

ONLY THREE PHOTOS BC I FEEL LIKE THEY SUMMED IT UP REALLY PERFECTLY <3 the actual definition of domesticity. just pure love. definitely love languages are in this aesthetic. i'm getting a lot of gift giving vibes. BUT AGAIN DOMESTICITY!! just kageyama being in love and a sucker for y/n. he's behind her at every moment in case she needs anything, holding her bags for her and always there to be a scary guard dog to anyone looking despite being a sweetheart and melting the moment y/n is looking at him or asking something. the kind of people who would both come up to a grandma and help her cross the street or carry things for her <3 they're happy as long as they're together. they remind me of this one video i've had saved for years in my phones that goes along the lines of "when you're a kid you think your parents are soulmates. my kids are going to be right about that." (ik that isn't always applicabale to family dynamics like i would rather die than have kids but i personally think it's even more impactful thinking about it as "my parents were so messed up but i'm going to meet my soulmate. i'm going to be with someone that people see us together and think that we're soulmates. i'm going to find someone that loves me.") songs that come to mind are the cuco's wannabewithu and songs4u albums but also work song simply bc of how lovesick it is and loverboy

SYRUP

if tumblr wants to weirdly shape my images then they're going to do that bc i couldn't make them all 1:1 so I'M SORRY but they're definitely the vibe of if laurie had got jo in the end </333 he's lowkey more of a pathetic bf than kageyama bc at least kageyama's got a cool quiet person aura on the outside but oikawa looks like a bottom twink anyway (said w/ love i love him sm). definitely something that happened in syrup but definitely the kind of love/aesthetic of visiting each other at work. y/n and oikawa come in a pair, neither one is never very far from the other. a super chaotic dynamic. the kind of people who are always out driving late at night, their friends are getting notifications from them asking if they want anything from a random fast food joint before they remember to mention that they're coming to visit and crash at said friend's apartment (does this make sense??). another dynamic that's happy and content just with each other and nothing else. the kind of couple that will both stare you down bc they know what they're doing and what they want and we're all just living in their world. (again, if u don't agree with y/n, oikawa will be beating u up even if he looks like a twink)

i have kind of a silly question that i’m very curious abt. do u guys associate any of my fics with any particular aesthetic??? if u do ur legally obligated to tell me which fics and what aesthetic

#syrup got three images because unsurprisingly IT WAS SO HARD TO FIND IMAGES AND THE OIKAWA CURSE IS STILL ALIVE (said w/ love)#sorry this was all really chaotic and really messy and it's probably not accurate at all #but the images really help to try and describe how i imagine the worlds of ur wonderful smaus and i really love them </33 #SPECIAL MENTION FOR ROT??#HAS ANYONE HAD TO READ THE YELLOW WALLPAPER #THAT'S WHAT COMES TO MIND WHEN I READ ROT LIKE IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT #IT'S THAT VIBE AND THEN PAIR IT WITH GRUNGE #AND LIKE #CIGARETTES #GANGS #S.E. HINTON THAT WAS THEN THIS IS NOW TYPE STUFF #i am so sorry again but i hope this at least makes a little bit of sense </33333 #thank good for my 2k aesthetic pins board #ness' brainvomit <3 #also my anxiety got the best of me in my little ted talk trying to defend my quote in on repeat i apologize #actually also tagging this as #ness' favorites <3 #BC NOW IT'S LIKE PART OF MY RECCOMENDATIONS AND I EXPLAIN HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT #WAIT NO #I JUST REALIZED I LINKED CALLOUSED HANDS AND BRUISED TOGETHER #LIKE IN MY HEAD I WAS MAKING THEIR AESTHETICS TOGETHER AND ACCIDENTALLY MERGED THEM TOGETHER #i'm so sorry </33 #but also eggy as i'm writing this u just released 35 mm pt. 10 AND I NEED TO READ IT #SO JUST KNOW I WAS THINKING OF BRUISED I'M SO SORRY #BUT THEN I ACCIDENTALLY LINKED IT WITH CALLOUSED HANDS

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giyyuzz · 3 years ago

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masterlist !! ♡ author’s personal favorite!

ᰍ ֢ enhypen.

— hard to imagine series. angst.

— watching horror movies. fluff.

ᰍ ֢ lee heeseung.

— learning about us. ♡ angst, fluff.

— lonely heart. angst.

— back 2 u. angst, fluff.

ᰍ ֢ park jongseong.

— cookies. fluff.

— tek it. angst.

ᰍ ֢ sim jaeyun.

— blue. angst, hurt/comfort.

ᰍ ֢ park sunghoon.

— first love. angst.

— when the sun melts the ice. ♡ angst, fluff.

ᰍ ֢ kim sunoo.

— cupid's love. fluff.

ᰍ ֢ yang jungwon.

— stay with me. ♡ spiderman!au, angst, fluff.

— new year at a flower shop. angst, fluff.

— a project and a guitar. smau, completed.

— only you my boy, only you. fluff.

ᰍ ֢ nishimura riki.

— christmas. fluff

— game over. smau, on going.

— [2:34 AM]. ♡ angst, fluff.

— will o' the wisps. angst, fluff.

#masterlist !

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world0fmadness · 3 months ago

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FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

୨୧ welcome to my formula 1 masterlist! this list will expand over time <3

✧ next to a title symbolises a personal favourite!

request status: closed!

MERCEDES

LEWIS HAMILTON : HONEY HAMILTON | HC ✧

୨୧ general headcanons for how winnie hamilton / honey came to be!

LEWIS HAMILTON : HONEY AND ROSCOE | HC

୨୧ general headcanons on the winnie and roscoe relationship!

LEWIS HAMILTON : PLUSHIE LOVE | HC

୨୧ general headcanons for how winnie started collecting plushies

LEWIS HAMILTON : MILK NOT FOR VOMITING | SMAU

୨୧ youtuber! wife! reader | oc daughter

GEORGE RUSSELL : CHAOS HORRIFIC | DATING HC ✧

୨୧ general dating headcanons for george and his death metal vocalist partner!

GEORGE RUSSELL : MIKU X MERCEDES | SMAU

୨୧ anonymous vocaloid! reader

TOTO WOLFF : BLACK AND WHITE BEAUTY | MARRIED HC

୨୧ general married headcanons for toto and his vintage fashion model partner!

TOTO WOLFF : HEAVENLY ANGEL | SMAU

୨୧ vintage fashion! model! wife! reader

MCLAREN

LANDO NORRIS : TALK TO ME | DATING HC ✧

୨୧ general dating headcanons for lando and his voice actress partner!

LANDO NORRIS : MY VALKYRIE QUEEN | HC

୨୧ general headcanons for lando vs sigrun!

LANDO NORRIS : LOVELY VOICE | SMAU

୨୧ voice actress! reader

LANDO NORRIS : MY GIRLS | DATING HC ✧

୨୧ general dating headcanons for lando and his big chested partner!

OSCAR PIASTRI : I BURN FOR YOU | DATING HC

୨୧ general dating headcanons for oscar and his black metal vocalist! partner

OSCAR PIASTRI : BRUTAL | HC

୨୧ general heqdcanons for watching metalocalypse with oscar!

OSCAR PIASTRI : OPPOSITES ATTRACT | SMAU

୨୧ black metal vocalist! partner

OSCAR PIASTRI : SOMEPLACE SILENT | SMAU ✧

୨୧ silent hill / horror game obsessed! reader

OSCAR PIASTRI | LANDO NORRIS : BOTH? BOTH | SMAU

୨୧ silent hill / horror game obsessed! reader

REDBULL

MAX VERSTAPPEN : STITCHIN UP MY HEART | DATING HC ✧

୨୧ general dating headcanons for max and his cosplayer partner!

MAX VERSTAPPEN : HORROR FLICKS ARE THE BEST CHICK FLICKS | SMAU

୨୧ horror actress! nepo baby! zombie! reader

MAX VERSTAPPEN : WRESTLING RINGS AND REDBULL | SMAU

୨୧ pro wrestler! reader

MAX VERSTAPPEN : KMF1 | SMAU

୨୧ kmfdm member! reader

MAX VERSTAPPEN : ALL IS FULL OF LOVE | SMAU

୨୧ musician! reader | oc daughter

ASTON MARTIN

FERNANDO ALONSO : POKER FACE | MARRIED HC ✧

୨୧ general married headcanons for fernando and his pro poker player partner!

FERNANDO ALONSO : POKER CHIPS AND CARS THAT GO VROOM | SMAU

୨୧ pro poker player! reader

FERRARI

CHARLES LECLERC : SEASON OF THE WITCH | SMAU

୨୧ witch! reader

RETIRED AND MISCELLANEOUS

NICO ROSBERG : LITTLE RABBIT | HC ✧

୨୧ general headcanons for how rosie rosberg / little rabbit came to be!

NICO ROSBERG : LITTLE LADYBUG | HC

୨୧ general headcanons on how ruby rosberg / little ladybug came to be!

NICO ROSBERG : FUNNEL OF LOVE | HC

୨୧ general headcanons for a valentine’s day with nico!

NICO ROSBERG : ROSBERG AND ROSBUG | SMAU

୨୧ wife! reader | oc daughters

KIMI RAIKKONEN : FIRE MELTS ICE | DATING HC

୨୧ general dating headcanons for kimi and his cky / jackass member partner!

KIMI RAIKKONEN : FIRE AND ICE | SMAU

୨୧ cky / jackass member! wife! reader | oc daughter | oc son

SEBASTIAN VETTEL : LITTLE SNOWFLAKES | HC

୨୧ general headcanons for how valentine and valerie vettel / little snowflakes came to be!

MICK SCHUMACHER : BEACH WALK | HC ✧

୨୧ general headcanons for a beach day with mick!

#vera ✩#masterlist ✩

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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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ʚ Midoriya, Bakugo, and Todoroki cramming school works with their S/O ɞ *‧.₊˚*੭*ˊᵕˋ੭.*

izuku, katsuki, and shoto x gn! reader ♡

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ These are some extremely self-indulgent hcs LMAO i’m currently consumed by a lot of school works and extracurricular activities, so i decided to take the time and write some of these up! this the first batch of hcs i’ve ever made so i hope you bear with some errors! i hope you enjoy!

hopefully i get to write more about the other bnha bois/girls soon so please also stay tuned for that!

if you like to see more from me, i have an ongoing bakugo x fem reader! smau called cuddle buddy! read it here! ( ु•⌄• )

✧ Izuku is very smart and hardworking so you’ve barely seen him cram any school work or tasks since the two of you started going out.

✧ Soft bby boi knows how to balance his workload from school whilst still being able to spend time with you.

✧ Now here were the two of you, partners for a huge science project that would serve as your midterms for the subject.

✧ Both of you were tasked to take care of two chicken eggs and treat them as your children. Draw faces on them, make them wear clothes, give them names and describe their personalities... literally treating them like actual babies.

✧ You were whining about it at first because it felt like an elementary project instead of something first year high school students (and those in the hero program for that matter) would do.

✧ Izuku remained positive however and reassured you that it was going to be a lot of fun.

✧ You were still salty and unimpressed by the project, but you couldn’t help but melt because of how cute Izuku was and how excited he was for this task. He really wanted to spend a lot of time with you and he was so so happy that you two were partnered for this project.

✧ Because it was midterms week, you were swarmed with tons and tons of stuff to do, so the two of you decided to finish everything else first then deal with the science project at the end of the week because it was the “easiest”. Boy.. were the both of you so so wrong.

✧ Izuku goes up to your room in the dorm so that the both of you can work on the project quietly, yet as he enters, he sees you panicking and running around the room, your camera hanging around your neck, holding two half-cracked eggs with weirdly sewn clothes and faces that looked like they were scribbled from sharpies.

✧ “Izu-kun... can you help me take pictures of our kids for the baby photobook?

✧ He was about to faint on the spot from fantasizing about his future with you.

✧ “Of course! hand me All Might Jr. first so you can take a picture of his cute little sister!”

✧ Yes, your first born eggo is named after All Might. It was Izuku’s decision and you wanted to support him.

✧ You spent all day taking pictures, printing them, designing them and pasting them on the photo album. It was finally nighttime and the both of you are terribly exhausted and mentally drained.

✧ You and Izuku had creative minds so you were able to create the perfect photo album.

✧ Several hours have passed and Izuku still can’t stop thinking of the future he was going to have with you. What a cutie.

✧ After submitting and passing the photobook to the drop box Ilda left in the living room, Izuku goes up again to your room and is surprised by the sight of you sleeping soundly on your bed.

✧ He comes up to you, kisses your forehead and whispers these soft words to you:

✧ “I can’t wait to tell our future kids how I met you.”

✧ Bakugo Katsuki has never crammed a school work or project in his entire life.

✧ You on the other hand, procrastinated a lot, yet could still pass tasks on time. Although, Katsuki still reprimands you for it. Calling you “dumb butt” instead of the usual name callings he uses whenever talking to your classmates which is “dumb ass”

✧ He is your boyfriend so it’s not that much of a surprise, it’s just that you’re a bit shocked that he would be really really soft on you. It’s such a sweet gesture though.

✧ After binging a entire series on Netflix the other day, and because he couldn’t resist your pleas of begging him to watch this show with you, it completely slipped from the both of your minds that you had a dance project to work on for your Physical Education class.

✧ You immediately panicked, and Bakugo began to show his usual hot-headed side of him and scolded you for it. Despite him forgetting about it too.

✧ The two of you were going to film yourselves dancing to the Cha Cha dance style and you had a day to create the raw video without edits.

✧ You suggested that the two of you practice by uploading your videos to Tiktok and ask for advice from the professionals who posted their videos there too

✧ “Katsuki-kun do you think we should upload our videos to Tiktok?”

✧ “Absolutely fucking not.”

✧ After watching a few beginner dance practice videos on Youtube, Katsuki immediately got the hang of it.

✧ Your man had the moves. He really was good at everything.

✧ You couldn’t help but stare at him as he continues to sway and follow the steps without missing a beat.

✧ Bakugo smirks at you, “Like what you see?”

✧ “Get your mind out of the gutter.” You threw a pillow at him as his tease came out of nowhere.

✧ Since you were quite a slow-learner, it took a few hours before you got the hang of the first routine.

✧ In those few hours, you probably have stepped on Bakugo’s toes a few hundred times and a few hundred fucks were cursed out of his mouth every time it happened.

✧ He was still patient with you though in his own little way. Constantly scolding you every time you made a mistake, but never made you feel guilty for it.

✧ You were able to finish recording the raw video by evening. A few hours to spare before the deadline. Either way, the both of you were exhausted when the adrenaline finally died down.

✧ “I can’t wait to dance with you again like this. Maybe Waltz or Ballroom next time?”

✧ “You’re a shitty dancer so don’t expect it to happen anytime soon.”

✧ “Then again, I’m dancing with you. So it doesn’t matter if you’re bad. The important thing is, it’s going to be special since I’m with you.”

✧ And at that moment, you could feel your heart explode from all these soft emotions.

✧ Shoto was naturally smart. He could finish a lot of tasks in a few hours without getting distracted. That was his strategy ever since he was in Elementary. Getting things done right away and getting flawless remarks and grades on them.

✧ But ever since the two of you got together, he insisted that the two of you would do your school works together. So, every night, whenever there was homework, you would immediately yeet over to Shoto’s room to answer the tasks with him.

✧ It’s really cute. Not only do the two of you get to bond together but, you were helping each other too. It was the ideal relationship.

✧ Shoto is very particular with a lot of fancy things, so he even has this humidifier in his room with your favorite scent so that the both of you can calmly continue your work. He even has a comforter sprawled upon the floor so that you could sit comfortably. How sweet of him ;w;

✧ This time around though, the two of you were partnered up for to answer a elaborate math problem that you were going to present the next day.

✧ You exceled in your subjects with Math being your weakest point, sometimes even getting unfavorable grades on the subject. Shoto was the exact opposite though. Which wasn’t surprising because he needed to be good for his quirk. How far his fire can go, the trajectory of his ice and all that jazz.

✧ He wasn’t disappointed that he was partnered with you for this though, despite it being your weakness. In fact he couldn’t be happier. As long as he was spending time with you.

✧ After reading through the problem and finding the formula, you were already stressed out. Todoroki took notice of this immediately and decided that the two of you should take a break first. He brings you to the convenience store near the dorm. Your hand holding his as he tells you that you could buy any snack you want.

✧ Using his father’s credit card of course.

✧ After coming back from the store, the two of you decided to head straight back to the math problem. It was very very complicated, especially since the two of you had to divide the work because it was required for the project for the two of you to evenly contribute to it. It was a math problem your braincells couldn’t take anymore.

✧ “Shoto-kun, I can’t take this anymoreee.” You whined, resting your head on his shoulder.

✧ “Come on (Y/N), just a little bit more. We’re almost finished.”

✧ Shoto was finished with his part of the solution, while you were still struggling. It took the whole night to do so but you were able to answer it eventually.

✧ The next day, it was finally time for the presentation. Shoto was able to present his solution perfectly, while you had some slip-ups and mistakes here and there. The both of you didn’t get a good grade because of that... but to him, it didn’t matter.

✧ “I’m sorry for dragging you into this. It’s my fault we got a bad grade.”

✧ “It’s alright (Y/N). It doesn’t matter. As long as I get to experience something different with you and spend time with you every single day, I’m happy and contented.

✧ You were so blessed to have someone like Todoroki Shoto in your life. What did you to deserve such a precious and kind boyfriend?

-End. ♡‧₊˚

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yyuangss-main · 4 years ago

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CONGRATULATIONS | w.ushijima

Anon said: please please please do a part 2 to career !!

First, happy birthday to my number one husband in Haikyuu, Wakatoshi ❤️ It’ll be mine soon as well on the 16th. We stan getting old. Second, let it be known this is technically kind of Ushijima x Reader x Iwaizumi. Heavy on the Iwaizumi. Third, The Talk Shit Five is something I made up with Haikyuu friends and I will probably make a SMAU with them. And fourth, have fun reading!

Word Count: 2k+ Words First part can be read here

It has been two years since Wakatoshi found out you’re Iwaizumi’s girlfriend. According to the male, your relationship’s been great. Iwaizumi wishes that Ushijima could meet you since their friendship had been rising in recent times. But due to Ushijima now being a part of the Scwedien Alders, it almost seemed impossible.

“Thanks again for helping me.” Iwaizumi rolled his neck after placing the plastic bags on the table. “I can’t believe I fucking forgot the most important thing.”

“No need to stress yourself about it.” Ushijima started sorting things out. “People will not get here until later.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Iwaizumi decided to have a cookout, feeling it was too long since all his friends were reunited. “Did we get the coal?” Ushijima furrowed his brows.

“We had to buy coal?” Iwaizumi face palmed.

“Damn it. I don’t want to run out there again. I’m gonna call Yahaba and see if he can bring it.” The black haired male stepped out from his kitchen, typing away on his phone. Ushijima preoccupied himself with the task in front of him. Iwaizumi took a few minutes to come back.

“Yahaba’s getting the coal and (Y/N) is almost here.” Iwaizumi crouched down, rustling in the white plastic bags below him. Ushijima stopped moving, feet frozen in place. You were almost here? This is not good. And he can’t bail out now. Iwaizumi had trusted him to be of assistance.

“Ah. Guess I’ll finally get to see her again.” Ushijima mumbled.

“Yup. You guys’ll get along.” Iwaizumi’s hand placed the box of spoons on his countertop. “Since you two are Shiratorizawa grads.” Ushijima said, ‘mhm’ so he could go back to his internal panic.

What will it be like to see you? Would you walk out and not come back? Had you told Iwaizumi the truth yet? Or did he already know?

They had all the essentials, heads snapping up to a loud knock.

“That’s gotta be (Y/N). Stay right here.” Iwaizumi jogged out the kitchen. There was no avoiding this now.

Maybe he could run out the back door and say he had an urgent call from Tendou that he was hospitalized. There was the sound of a squeal after the door opened and a kiss accompanied it.

“How was it?”

“Hajime! Kentaro is so adorable I wish you would’ve come!” Wakatoshi bit the inside of his cheek, marveled at hearing your voice. Too long since he last heard “Good luck then”. They are distant now, your voice barely distinguishable. “I know he’s coming later for the party but still!”

You were now rambling on while Iwaizumi repeated the word, “Baby,” doing his best to get your attention. Wakatoshi’s love for how passionate you get never left. He had his fair share of you rambling on and yearned for more.

“Baby. I want you to meet someone.” You were finally quiet, done talking about Kyoutani. “You might know him ‘cause he went to Shiratorizawa as well. Come with me.” There were footsteps heading to the kitchen. Damn, Ushijima can’t stand here and look awkward once you come in. Quickly, Ushiwaka pulled out his phone and spun to face the counter.

Now, he stared at the black screen that reflected his face.

“Hey—” Ushijima heard the sound of Iwaizumi’s voice and lifted his head over his shoulder. In half a second, your smile was wiped clean off your face. “Ushiwaka, this is (Y/N). It’s about time you two meet.”

Someone had to speak. Would it be him? Would it be you?

“Wakatoshi. Haven’t seen a glimpse of you since graduation.” You said, hanging your purse on the chair nearest to you. “How’ve been? Job doing you well?”

“I’m fine. I had a few problems but Iwaizumi helped me through it.” Ushijima returned his cellular device in his back pocket. “And you (Y/N)?” At least you were still on the first name basis.

“Ah, here and there with the photography. I’m booked with ten weddings.” You exhaled.

Iwaizumi seemed thrilled that you finally met Ushijima after the long time he spent trying to make it a reality. He didn’t stop from asking questions about how you two knew each other. It was awkward since it was only the three of you. Iwaizumi and Ushijima set up the tables in the backyard. They also brought out two coolers and the grill.

You were sorting the spoons and forks into cups to place on tables, ignoring Ushijima who’s eyes lingered instead of helping.

Matsukawa and Yahaba had to get there earlier since they brought the coal. The duo, currently completely angry about it now stood surprised with Ushijima’s precense. The two Seijoh grads gave a knowing look and gave it to you as well. Eventually came the rest of the guests.

They were the boys who played with Iwaizumi his third year. Kageyama, Tsukishima, Tanaka, and Kiyoko who graduated from Karasuno. Kuroo from Nekoma. Someone by the name Rintaro Suna. And a few people who you worked with.

Obviously Oikawa came “fashionably” late with nearly melted ice cream. His beige turtle neck made you forgave him. It was chaos once he reunited with you. Now Ushijima saw why you wanted to stay in Argentina with him.

Ushijima talked with Tsukishima, Kageyama, and Kyoutani most of the time. He felt much of an outsider seeing the connections Iwaizumi and you had with the others.

Tanaka, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Suna, and Iwaizumi were apparently what they called “The Talk Shit Five” after meeting at training camp. The Aoba Johsai graduates kept their relationship with Iwaizumi and you. Since Kageyama went to Kitagawa, you still kept in touch even after different high schools. Where did Ushiwaka fit in all this?

Your ex from Shiratorizawa that half of these volleyball players envied? That was his category.

Everyone began eating, sitting at the tables with their respected people. Your table consisted of you, Iwaizumi, Kyoutani, Kageyama, Ushijima, and Oikawa. All in that order at the round table.

“Excuse me!” Oikawa clapped his hands for everyone to listen to him. “Although I don’t have a drink, I’d like to propose a toast!” A water bottle hit his shin after he said that. Oikawa sent a glare in Iwaizumi’s direction. He bent over to snatch it up and picked stray grass off it.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. My drink goes to us! For our success, that we may all find our dreams and press on into the future!” Oikawa opened the water bottle with ease and took a drink from it. “And that Iwa—chan may be nicer to me.”

“Let me go!” Hanamaki grinned, nearly falling back from his chair. Everyone’s head followed Hanamaki as he stepped to replace Oikawa. The setter who spoke first went to sit down at his chair he got up from. “This goes to my dearest Matsukawa. Let’s finally get a job.”

“No thank you!” Matsukawa cupped his mouth.

Kuroo thought it’d be a good idea to go next, instituating a chain where almost everyone went. You’d just finished, dedicating your speech to Tooru and Hajime, your Kitagawa boys that were there in hard times. Ushijima knew hard times translated to your break up.

What did you tell them?

“Oh, calling me by the first name! Are you trying to kill me woman?” Oikawa’s flirty tone made you laugh. “Anywho. Iwa—chan’s heart is broken after losing the Shiratorizawa match, blech.”

“He’s not the only one heart broken by Shiratorizawa.” You replied, voice low now.

“Great! Since both of you are moody. Let me lighten you two up! Meet us at the front of the mall! Love you!” The line on the other side beeped before you could reply.

“Ushiwaka, why don’t you go?” Oikawa blinked at him. The wing spiker now awoke from his day dream, hearing everyone urge him on. They also cheering for him. Ushijima dragged his water along, clearing his throat. By now, the chairs were turned to face the so called stage.

“I don’t… Have something to make a toast about. So, I’ll do it for someone I was once friends with.” Ushijima said, adverting eye contact with you. “This person told me to never give up. They supported me in every step I took to be where I am today. They were with me through thick and thin. I made a mistake and lost them. But I haven’t lost their advice. I hope they’re doing fine today.” Ushijima let his eyes land on you. Your face was neutral. Yes, he’d stubly made a speech about you.

“To Ushi’s friend!” Tanaka, seated near the back, raised his soda can. Others replied in choruses of “To Ushi’s friend!”, drowning their drink in for the mysterious person.

“If I may go.” Iwaizumi left his soda on the table, right hand in his pocket. “This one, goes for someone I love so much—”

“Iwa-chan! You shouldn’t have!” Oikawa placed the back of his hand on his forehead, faking a faint. “I knew you loved me back. I’m wearing the dress.” Chuckling and snorting went around with Iwaizumi rolling his eyes. Ushijima was burning holes in the back of your head, guts telling him the speech was about you.

“Like I was saying. This toast is for (Y/N). The only thing I’ll ever thank Oikawa for, is getting you to hang with us again.” You couldn’t help but smile brightly, ignoring Matsukawa and Hanamaki recording from the sidelines. “I’ll get cheesy just this one time. You saying yes to be my girlfriend made me feel the luckiest. Having you by my side is what I needed to continue. You give me motivation. Every day, I wake up excited to see you again.”

Ushijima leaned his elbows on the table.

“I love you, Wakatoshi.” Your eyes were staring into his olive ones. “You mean so much to me.” Wakatoshi placed a kiss to your forehead.

“You mean a lot to me too. I’m thankful for you.”

“(Y/N), you’re the one who told me to never give up.” With each word, Iwaizumi took one step closer to you. “These past two, near to be three, years have been the best. And I wonder what it’ll be like with you for the ones to come.”

“Can you believe it’s about to be one year?” You were settled on his lap while he laid down on the bed.

“I can. And I am glad to have spent it with you.” Ushijima sat up half way, arms bringing you into an embrace.

“Who said you weren’t romantic?”

“You own my heart. I don’t want it any other way.” Iwaizumi now stood in front of you. “So, (Y/N).” Your happy expression went into shock. Matsukawa and Hanamaki, now closer with their phones recording. Oikawa, letting out a loud gasp beside you. Ushijima, feeling his heart sink further down. And Iwaizumi, kneeling down before you and bringing a black box from his pocket.

“Have you ever thought about getting married?” You played with Ushijima’s hair, back pressed against the itchy oak. Ushijima’s head was on your lap, eyes closed.

“I have. I’ve thought about it many times.” He said. “If a year like this was with you, I’d like to know what the rest of my life will be like.”

“Will you marry me?” The box was now opened, the ring inside showing itself to you. Iwaizumi giving you the rare, loving smile he showed to you.

‘Say no.’ Thought Ushijima. ‘Say no. Say no—’

“Yes! Yes!” Your arms through themselves around Iwaizumi’s neck. Kuroo and Tanaka wailed in the distance, clinging onto each other. Iwaizumi muttered, ‘I love you’ in your ear, giving you a kiss anywhere he could land it. There were claps spreading about as you and Iwaizumi stood up. Iwaizumi grabbed your hand, slipping the diamond cut ring on.

Ushijima leaned back, observing as the two of you shared a passionate kiss. Some of the people you worked with were taking pictures of it.

“Good luck then.”

He should have known that pain meant he regretted it. He should have chased after you like his legs wanted to. Then, that’d be him instead of Iwaizumi. Wakatoshi brought his hands together, clapping too. Congratulations, you’re getting married.

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unmanageable-day · 4 years ago

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Come to me

PART 26.5 - next

masterlist / previous chapter: 26

Summary. After what happened in a relationship in the past, you found it difficult to trust someone with the gentleman image. ‘Gentleman’ seems like merely a concept and it was probably impossible for someone to be a genuine one. Now that you’re stuck with the number one gentleman at campus for a group project, how would you cope with the one and only Joshua Hong?

Genre. College!au, non-idol!au / friends to lover

Pairing. Joshua x y/n x S.Coups

wc / warning. 1k / prolly grammatical error, and nothing more, i guess? (does mentioning shua’s nickname of the holy jisoos count?? if anyone feels disturbed about it, please do let me know!)

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a/n: i’ve decided to cut this written part into two chapters. hope you still enjoy it, any comments are warmly welcomed! i have this rough draft ready looong time before those smau parts but it took me a while to rewrite it, so it is kinda tricky to connect all the dots hehe

You set the living room as if you were going on a picnic. Instead of a rug or carpet, you used a yoga mat covered with an old scarf—resulting in Joshua quietly laughed at this sudden creativity. The pizza box was wide opened between you and him. Yet what you two had in your hands were two scoops of ice cream. Joshua was the one suggesting to have this salty-sweet-salty-sweet eating pattern.

"Okay. Let's start with... why does everyone call you a gentleman? Oh, I think I've also heard about the holy Jisoos," you trailed off, stirring the ice cream on your cup.

Joshua chuckled. "I honestly have no idea. Some kids made that up. I mean, I do consider myself as a gentle person but I won't even call myself a gentleman."

You nodded slowly, a spoonful of ice cream went into your mouth.

"And, please, stop with the holy Jisoos. If I find out who started that, I think I will commit a murder," he said, rolling his eyes in annoyance. No one really had ever said this particular nickname right into his face, but still, it was the one he most despises of.

Unconsciously you watched his expression quite eagerly. It was probably the first rime you caught him making that face. Even he still kept his smile intact and never showed it if he was exhausted during overtime—unlike you who looked like a mess when it was past 9 PM in the office. And it was fascinating to hear him wanting to murder someone. Basically the word murder and his by-default smiley face simply didn't match.

He made eye contact and you were flustered. "Come on, ask me more questions," said him, looking as eager as you.

"Are you always this nice to people? I mean, not even a bad intention once a while?" That was the best filtered words you can arrange. The truth is, you wanted to ask 'are you sure you're not being fake with all that kindness?' but now that you think about it, it sounds very rude.

"I do plot some things. Well, not to random people, but to my friends." He shrugged, but his voice started to sound more excited. After the last bite of his ice cream, he took a slice of pizza. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

Your eyes got widened at that question. How can you not? You squinted your eyes, looking guilty. "You mean how I made you come late to your first class?"

"What? That was you?"

"... yeah?"

He paused. Tilting his head, he looked at you with puzzled expression. He surely remembered his first day of uni and the accident of coming late and getting scolded by one of the most legendary lecturer in campus because of somebody. Apparently he was too shocked to remember who it was.

“I know, I ran away when you went in to Prof. Lee’s class,” you shyly confessed, covering your face with your hands. “And our second meeting was not great either,” you mumbled.

“Was it coffee accident?”

You nodded.

He smiled wide to himself. Looking at you fondly, he continued, “I thought that was our first meeting. But knowing the truth of our first meeting, it was quite fascinating.”

“I know it’s probably too late, but I’m sorry about getting scolded by Prof. Lee and for ruining your white shirt.” You bowed down.

Still smiling, Joshua shook his head, suggesting to never mind it. “Anyway, about that white shirt..” A mischievous grin grew wider. "That’s not my shirt. It's Jeonghan's. Just a few days before my first day going to school, he dropped some ragu sauce on my shirt he wore. I was already plotting something, that was why I wore his clothes, but you unexpectedly did it for me. So..." He made a face, which strangely reminded you of Johnny’s ‘not my problem’ face.

"Wait, what?" You squinted in disbelief. "But you looked mad though?"

"I did?" The bambi eyes widened at your accusation. "Rather than mad, I think I was more shocked. I mean who wouldn't, right?"

Eventually, you two laughed it off. You were glad you cleared at least one unsettled matter with this guy.

"I'll confess one more thing. You can judge me as you please," he spoke rather excitedly and you just nodded. "You know, I often got anonymous love letters in my locker."

"People are still doing that like in Japanese comic?" you commented, holding your laugh.

"I know right. But that's not the point. Those letters, I never read them. Either I just leave it in my locker, or I just throw them away. Or sometimes Seokmin would read it for me, and still they ended up in the trash."

A dramatic gasp left your lips. "Oh my gosh, those poor girls.. Maybe they're just shy, you know? You should give them a chance." Instantly you realized what you said just changed the mood.

“Why don’t you give me a chance?” he calmly retorted.

You chewed your lips, unable to answer him right away.

"Y/N, I'm shy too, but since we were assigned for group project, I encourage myself to talk to you instead of sending anonymous letter." He tried to break the ice.

"Like you, Y/N, they only see me as someone with that too good to be true image. If they really mean it, why not approach me personally? You see, I had bad relationships too. There are many people who only like the way I look, the way I behave. How I don't really voice out, how I never show them if I'm angry, how I always say "it's okay" when things start going bad and "I'm sorry" even when the fault is not mine. They thought I'm 24/7 an angel who is never upset."

A small part of your heart just melted to finally see another side of Joshua Hong. You simply could feel the honesty. It was nice to see the ‘humane’ side of him, to see his emotion as he shared a bit about himself. Now you felt bad for having bad prejudice about him.

"There is one thing I’ve been wondering. Why me?" you asked carefully after observing him catching his breath.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "It's just interesting to see you. It looks like there are so many sides of you."

You looked at him, confused.

“When you're with me, do you notice you're very quiet? But when you're with Johnny, you turn into someone else and you express yourself easily. When you're with Mingyu, Seokmin, and Soonyoung, you change again. You play along with them, you get their jokes, overall it's like you're a child again playing with your friends. Then Wonwoo, you used to have that sheepish smile when you talk to him. And when you're with Seungcheol...” Joshua paused, clearing his throat and looked away. “It's clear how you're comfortable with him, you talk freely with him, as if he's an old friend. And the way you smile at him.. how could I not envy him?”

You attentively listened to him while trying to digest everything. You were quite flustered that he paid that much attention to you.

"So I thought, there must be something wrong with me. I was insecure of myself. 'What is it that Seungcheol does better than me?', 'Why the quiet Wonwoo can be close with you while I can't?', 'Am I good enough to be with you?', 'Am I a trust worthy person to you?'. I was always doubting myself whenever I tried to make a move. Especially since Seungcheol butts in."

The pizza was long forgotten as you were drowning in his thoughts.

"If there is one thing I'm lacking, it's confidence. I don't want people to know about that. Also, I'm not really into telling others how I feel, not even to Jeonghan. I tend to bottle up everything instead of expressing my feelings. Then I would overthink, I would be overly sensitive about things. In the end, I wouldn't actually do anything about it. I'm a coward, Y/N." His hands were fiddling with the spoon on his empty cup.

"Y/N, do you like Seungcheol?" he asked suddenly, making you flinched in your seat.

"Honestly it's hard to not to.." you said guiltily. It was such a mystery to you too why you felt guilty. It wasn’t like you and Joshua were something in the first place.

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